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ORIGINAL: Neilster

This is our family cat Beast. No longer with us but he was a Maine Coon and wasn't fully grown here. He ended up being a very large cat.

Maine Coons are known for being large and very intelligent. Beast would fetch a small ball and visitors would be amazed when he would wander up to us and drop it at our feet because he wanted to play. He also used to beat up dogs and jump on their backs and attack them like a Wolverine. He was tough but cool.

ORIGINAL: Zovs
Why you poop in here?

ORIGINAL: sPzAbt653

They say it is part of life, they say time will heal, they say remember the good times. I think they are just making stuff up to try and feel better but does it ever? I've lost so many I have trouble thinking about them, and I haven't had any in a number of years due to the losing of them. It's all very sad, lol.

This one is on to something:

ORIGINAL: loki100

ORIGINAL: sPzAbt653

They say it is part of life, they say time will heal, they say remember the good times. I think they are just making stuff up to try and feel better but does it ever? I've lost so many I have trouble thinking about them, and I haven't had any in a number of years due to the losing of them. It's all very sad, lol.

This one is on to something:

he is indeed

aye, know what you mean but it does. After a while you remember all the good things about them, some obviously make a deeper impression than others.

We've just started again, we got 3 vaguely related toms 14 years ago, lost 2 of them (brothers) last year so got 2 feral rescue kittens to keep the other one 'from getting bored'. Well he's not that and the 2 new ones (now about a year old) are utterly different.

They weren't directly related but had bonded when they were wild. The big tom (and he is about 5kg) is utterly gentle, regards bad weather as an excuse to stay in all day. The wee queen is out more than she is in, even today with strong winds and driving rain.

Anyway, here's Hamish molesting a mouse:

ORIGINAL: DD696

Back in 2012 I only had 1 cat. I saw a photo of a kitten on Rincons Unwanted Furry Friends and I was captivated by this lovely lady. I went down and got her and they asked about the kitten that had been her friend since her brother was adopted. In a couple of minutes he won my heart and I took both of them home even tho with all costs involved it came to over $500. They were named Sandy and Sam after a couple favorite actresses - Sandy may be recognizable but Sam was from Samantha Who.

My one cat died a year later. His name was Too Much Trouble, or TMT. I got him after another sweet one died of pancreatic cancer on 29 June 2001. His name was Henry.

Sam is only 8 years old. He has lymphoma cancer of the intestines. He has ulcers. Last Saturday night he vomited an ungodly amount of blood and coagulated blood. Sunday I took him to a vet in Savannah who is the kindest, most caring person regarding animals I have ever met. I have been in constant text and phone contact with her for 3 months. Anyway, I was expecting to take sweet Sam home in a box. She examined him, took blood tests and ultrasound - for which she charged me nothing for all this personal attention over these last months, and sent Sam and I home with a hope that Sam may once again have a wonderful kitty life.

I really don't think sweet Sam will last much longer, but Dr Holly Richmond thinks Sam could pull thru. I give him chemo 3 times a week for the last 3 weeks, and he is on 6 other meds. I would give my life for Sammy to have a few more good years, but that is not possible.

How is it possible that I love my little friends so much?

Of course, pic is too large to include. Gray kitty, white whiskers, white chest.

Sweet Sam.